King of Pirates

Chapter Three

(Rough draft)

The cobble streets were empty, and the distant cries of footsteps could be heard. Tripp looked around quickly, seeking the bastard who stole his sword. Seeing a glimpse of something at the entrance to one of the many alleys, the boy dashed towards it & rushed in.

The night was dark, and he could barely see in the deep alley. Listening ahead heard a slight bang, and, thinking it was the handsome man, rushed forward. Tripp was also falling about the alley, tripping & such, for he could not see. After walking a few minutes he came upon a small form on the ground, and, at its meow he knew it was a cat. In an irritating way, he ran back down the alley, and in the streets found a man with a pistol. After stopping and staring for a moment, he noticed it was the man who had entered the inn before! And, his stench smelled worse for some reason.

"Boy," he began, and Tripp jump back, startled for a moment, "did you get your sword back?" He asked in a deep tone, without any kindness in his voice, yet no evil in it at the same time.

"No, sir." The boy said in a somewhat scared voice.

"Ah! That was the blade of Que! We must get it back!" After he said that he ran off, and for some reason Tripp followed.

Abreast, running at an even pace, Tripp looked over and asked the man what Que was.

In a weird way he cleared his throat, then began "There were eight ancient cities in the olden times, and each had their own sword. Each sword is an ultimate blade, perfectly made. And each has its own style." He gave a slight pause, then after a few seconds he said, "You have the blade of ancient Que, a city of buccaneers. Your blade is perfectly designed for pirates."

The man suddenly went into an alley, and Tripp followed, wondering how the man knew the thief went in here.

"The man who took your blade is named Ed Sheer, a gambler and thief. His secret gambling pad lies in the alley."

"Oh. I have heard no gossip of him." The boy said in bold voice.

"I am not surprised. He is a quiet man, only talks to his fellow gambling friends, and when he does go to a public gambling den, he remains quiet not giving much information of himself."

"How do you know him, then?" Tripp asked in a confused tone.

"I know many, boy. I use to travel the world, and I have a huge contacts." He was proud when he said this.

"When-" Tripp began, but was interrupted.

The man stopped, then turning towards a blue door at the right side of the alley, said "We are here."

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